Directed by Poison Rouge Written by Samuel Marolla Starring Roberto Scorza and Flora Giannattasio
Daniel is a seemingly sad looking young man. With his piercing blue eyes and a scowl over his face, he enters the empty house that belonged to his parents, now no more.
Led by only voice overs (voices in his head, real time?), Daniel strips down to his “tightie whities” and enters the bathroom for what will become his lair of self-exploration. Immediately, the candles are lit and the crude instruments of torture are laid out above the toilet in a delighted manner. Daniel’s appearance of doom lifts with pleasure as his fingers roam over each punishing device.
His skin is emblazoned with scars from years of cutting as he is about to go deeper into the abyss of self-mutilation. Instantly, his motives for summoning the Goddess Ishtar for his psycho-sexual desires are evident as he reaches for the scalpel.
American Guinea Pig: Sacrifice is an extremely depraved and highly graphic one hour journey into the mind of a tormented man. Starting with an intensely horrific slit into the palm of his hand, Daniel glides his tongue into his pain by licking the wound as if performing cunnilingus on the Goddess. And the self-harm just worsens.
More cuts, a drill, a screwdriver and…well, I will not give away the damage he performs upon his penis…just intensifies the brutal lengths Daniel will go through, to bathe and fornicate in a pool of blood with Ishtar. He has decidedly given his soul to become her sacrifice.
Sacrifice is as beautifully fashioned a horror film as one with severe anguish can get. Even through the unbearable pain, there’s a flash of sinister satisfaction that appears over Daniel’s lips which only extends into further deprivation.
Based on the trailer alone, Sacrifice is not for the squeamish or weak stomached terror fan. The sheer depictions of each slice into Daniel’s flesh will leave you woozy and wonder if you can handle much more. For those who can, enjoy this desperate, blood-filled excursion.